oh goddamn. there's something about old white dudes like david rodigan who totally GET obscure aspects of black culture that just makes my day. juxtaposing an aging, balding, white dude who looks like the sort of guy who'd try and sell you a beat up beatles record for 30 bucks, with the insanely dense genres of roots reggae/dancehall, is just incredible.



seriously, i feel like i kinda got dicked over by dudes who say which grand parents you get.

here's another video that doesn't play up the absurdity of it all, but still really shows the guy knows what is what. almost every video i can find of his live djing is peppered with him lecturing the crowd about how such and such a song was the first for whomever on whichever label or whatnot...



check this one out: check for the guy up front lighting the can of hairspray! fuck a lighter (to say nothing of a cell phone)! this is how you fucking do a thing!